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Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have,
And mate with every body;
And wise men play the noddy.
Because they will be merry.
Then, wherefore, in these merry days,
Should we, I pray, be duller?
To make our mirth the fuller:
Bear witness we are merry.
The lark now leaves his watery nest,
He takes his window for the east,
Awake, awake, the moon will never rise,
Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.
The merchant bows unto the seaman's star,
The ploughman from the sun his season takes;
But still the lover wonders what they are,
Who look for day before his mistress wakes:
Awake, awake, break through your veils of lawn!
Then draw your curtains and begin the dawn.
Sir William Davenant.